Spy Tugs
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The afternoon light, softened by the bamboo blinds, cast warm stripes across the serene room. A single sprig of eucalyptus released its crisp, clean scent into the steamy air, a subtle promise of renewal. Ivys hands, warmed with almond oil, began their work at the tension gathered in my shoulders, her touch both firm and incredibly gentle. Each stroke seemed to trace the map of my stress, smoothing it away with a practiced, intuitive pressure. A deep, resonant calm began to seep into my muscles, a feeling of weightlessness gradually taking hold. Her movements were a quiet rhythm, a silent language that spoke directly to my tired body, persuading it to let go. Fingers traced along my spine with a feather-light precision that made my breath catch in a quiet sigh. The world outside, with all its noise and haste, simply melted into a distant, unimportant murmur. This was not merely a physical treatment but a slow, deliberate journey into profound tranquility. I drifted in that hazy, blissful space, completely and wonderfully immersed in the moment.
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